ponedjeljak, 23.01.2006.
Why am i dying to live... if I'm just living to die...?
Sporo pročitajte naslov, ima puno toga u malo riječi... Ne brinite nish, nisam suicidalan, ne mislim progutat garažna vrata il govorit slovencu da nije bash bistar, pa da poginem. Al sam slušao ovu pjesmu Erica Claptona koja te fakat natjera da razmisliš shta bi radio i kako bi se osjechao da ti netko blizak umre... Btw, napisao je pjesmu za svog malog sina (3 godine brijem) koi je poginuo "pavši" (pao, ne?) sa balkona, a Clapton ga je samo na sekundu ostavio samog... Na kraju svakog stiha se vidi kako samog sebe okrivljuje za taj nesretan događaj. Bed...
Tears In Heaven Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven? Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven? I must be strong and carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven Would you hold my hand if I saw you in heaven? Would you help me stand if I saw you in heaven? I'll find my way through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven Time can bring you down; time can bend your knees Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven? Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven? I must be strong and carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven 'Cause I know I don't belong, here in heaven 9mm |
